Renata Portas / Público Reservado

(...) and low 
for another 
at her window 
another like herself 
a little like 
another living soul 
one other living soul 
at her window … 
(Rockaby, Beckett) 

Time and death. Tempus fugit.
To speak when death rests: in a chair or in a pre-funeral casket; everywhere.
Man is the only animal to whom language was given, and with it the chance to populate the world with names, aliases and rules.
Babel, the tower of languages, never disappeared, because speaking requires listening, and the word is Novarina’s polyhedron.
Between the tragedy of existence and the abyss of disappearance, Beckett chooses to give us, malgré tout, human figures, voices and scarcity.
To speak when faced with death.
Is theatre still able to be this agora halfway between the creative word and death?
We believe so; here we are.
— Renata Portas